Before he went out of his shed, Jeff was sitting at the edge of his bed, healing his wound. Since this morning, Jeff has been feeling anxious to come out of his shed, so he can go back to his house and meet his family again. He showered and shaved his head (he was already bald headed), and he was ready to go, wearing a dark purple The Jeff Stinco Project t shirt matching with a green plaid shirt buttoned down, with skinny blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. But Jeff sits on his chair, questioning his motives to go.
"What am I supposed to do now, now that I have finally destroyed the dogs and snakes away from me?" he said.
(AN: Like I said before , Jeff felt the need to save himself . He is not supposed to have this power over himself like that , he is supposed to be immune to his own powers , but here he is , allured by his own beauty . That 's really powerful of this man . Jeff Stinco for prime minister of Canada 2024 .)
Jeff got up, shook his body to erase that feeling away, and walked away out of his shed. Jeff didn't even ask his guitar to come, it got it's own thing going on. So he goes by himself.
As Jeff left his shed, he started to see a woman who looked like she was running to the local grocery store. But he doesn't see his wife, Mimi, who he thought would come here to see him. He doesn't see Mimi. Instead it's just some random woman. She had black hair and green eyes, wearing a long white t shirt that said "I love Bernie Mac!" with Bernie Mac's face on a heart on the front, and on the back on her shirt said "Kill Steve Harvey, he is evil and disgusting" with Steve Harvey's face blurred off covered up by the word "NO!" on the back, a black short skirt which is a little bit visible to see underneath her shirt, and some black high heels. She looked very emo for her age.
Jeff backs away from the running woman and gets super confused.
"Hello?" he said. "Are you there?"
Jeff feeling halfway shocked, when the running woman stopped running. He doesn't know her, never seen her before, and she meets him for the first time. She gives Jeff his autograph and he signs it for her.
"Oh, no thank you, girl, I needed to come out of the forest already," he said while he's signing the autograph for the woman.
"You are so sweet and cute, Jeff Stinco!" she said flirtly. "I love you!"
"My name is Jeff. Can I ask what your name is?" Jeff asked with a proudly glaring smile.
"I'm nauseous," she said. The woman felt a bit embarrassed but she apologised. After that, Jeff started to feel a little bit anxious for her.
"Hi! Nice to meet you, Nauseous," he said. Jeff didn't even know if Mimi was coming or not.
"Actually, my name is Shelly. Shelly Cole," she said, revealing her name. "My birth date's August 22, 1975."
"My birth date is August 22, 1975 too!" he said. "We're both twins."
"Thank you so much for that brief mention," she said.
As Jeff had a brief conversation with Shelly, he ends up flirting with her. By the time he became friends with her, Jeff decided to leave.
Jeff went to the restroom to pee before heading to his shed, and that's when he got so mushy with Shelly. Shelly was there for him, kissing Jeff so passionately up against the wall on top of the toilet.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Go harder, girl!" Jeff said as he roughly starts having sex with Shelly. Shelly broke the toilet so hard, she later left the bathroom with Jeff to get inside of the shed.
That moment Jeff felt like the world just stopped just because of Shelly, Jeff forgot to breath, as he was kissing her so rough and passionately to the shed, that his tongue started dancing around on Shelly's mouth.
Jeff didn't know what got into him, meeting Shelly out of nowhere just to have sex with her. She licked him by his upper arm and with all his strength detached him from her kissing him and slightly thrusting her off, Jeff loves Shelly now. He didn't care about Mimi anymore, all he cared about is Shelly.
"Your arm tasted just like apples!" she said, biting into Jeff's arm. "I will bite your arm out of your system, boy!"
Jeff giggled so hard until Shelly puts her finger into his dingaling. That's when he saw her face, she was smiling, a provocative smile, like she was enjoying his intense giggling and laughing.
They were face to face, Jeff's face was in paradise, and Shelly calmly looking at him with a soft smile, sucking his lip ring off of his bottom lip. Can she still taste those lips of his? She wanted to rip Jeff's lips from his face.
"What?" she murmur. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Jeff. Come here."
Shelly hits the wall so hard on Jeff's right side of his face, but she did not blink, in fact, she seemed like he was turned on by it.
Shelly moved her lips close to Jeff's heart and said.
"Are you ready to be my husband?" She whispers to Jeff's heart.
Like a switch, those words ignite Jeff's passion to marry Shelly and he grabs by her hair with his right hand, and wildly Jeff began to kiss her. They both kiss other back, he could feel her soft lips caressing on his tongue, the kiss was getting more and more intense.
Jeff forgot where he was or who he was, he didn't care he loved Shelly, all he wanted was to feel her close. Jeff pressed Shelly up against the wall off of the bed they were in, and slowly began to rub himself against her, finding his pleasure. The moans of their breathing got themselves hooked.
Jeff never felt this primal instinct to pleasure himself, he grunted with every trust, even thought they were fully clothed, he can feel himself getting hard with her.
That's when a familiar voice interrupted their sexed out interaction.
"Shelly?" somebody calls. It was more so than obvious to everyone around the shed, that Jeff Stinco was making out with Shelly Cole. No one seem to care at first. But this voice calling Shelly's name was in shock. Jeff turns around, opens the door, and it was Rodrigo Santoro. He was wearing a black sweater that had TD Jakes' face on it, and it said, "TD Jakes is evil and disgusting pedophile who should not be alive today. Kill that fucker!" in Portuguese, white baggy pants, and black Adidas sneakers. His birth date is also the same as Jeff.
"I'm sorry Jeff, I was not sure it was you," he said, feeling embarrassed about Jeff losing his singing career.
"Yeah, I wish I could sing again, but that dickhead Pierre Bouvier stole it from me!" he said, disappointed. "Can you guys help me out?"
And at the same time, Jeff could see his disappointment. Rodrigo and Shelly turned around to leave. He waves goodbye to her, forgetting about his wife and his kids. Jeff stopped Rodrigo to try to give him an explanation about his singing career.
"Wait, it's not what you think," Jeff said, holding Rodrigo's hand to stop him. He stopped, but avoided looking over to Jeff's eyes.
"You don't have to explain to me. I gotta go, someone is waiting for me," he said. In that moment, Rodrigo left Jeff.
"Shelly, you're ok, right?" Jeff said to Shelly who was almost leaving the shed, she was smiling and she was cheerful for no reason whatsoever.
"Hi Jeff, did you just got here?" she asked. Rodrigo realises what Jeff made him forget what he just saw. "What happened to you?" she said.
"I was thrown out of a window by Loretta Devine," he said.
Jeff was hesitant enough to turn around and faces Shelly, after what Loretta did to him. Obviously, the heat was over, and he was back on his senses. Jeff faces Shelly, feeling embarrassed, looking her into her eyes.
"I'm sorry to hear that about you," she said in a depressed way.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Rodrigo suggested. He seems to be more composed to Jeff's story. He was relaxed and centered. Jeff and Shelly agreed to go with him, he needed it to clear his mind.
They got into his car, and Rodrigo drove out of the place. Inside the car, there was no other sound that's the soothing hum of the engine when he was not accelerating like crazy. Pause.
"What happened back there?" Rodrigo finally killed the silence with his soft voice.
"I'm so sorry for what Loretta did to you to make you die like that," he said.
"I don't know what happened to me, I just felt like this fire inside of me I can never get rid of. It was very chaotic," Jeff explained.
"I saw you falling to your death. I thought Pierre pushed you. I was very upset about that. I did not expect Loretta Devine doing this to you. I thought it was that dickhead destroying your life pushing you out of your window," he said, teasing Jeff about it. "I felt so ashamed to see you die so horribly like that, Jeff. And you don't even know that woman."
"What ignited Loretta Devine to have sex with me in one day?" Jeff asked. He knew exactly what it was. Watching himself making up with that woman, Jeff couldn't help it.
"I don't know," Rodrigo simply said. "But I think it was the drugs that caused her to fuck you like that."
"Damn!" Jeff said. "Never trust me to fall in love with women older than my grandma!"
"What! Of course not. We would never do that." Rodrigo said, shockingly.
They finally stopped in front of the Yukon River, it was empty, no one was around, they just stayed in the car, in silent looking at the bridge crossing the river. Shelly was looking at the night sky, not saying any word, it was comfortable silence just relaxing it in, with Jeff and Rodrigo. Having her in the car with the boys was so soothing. Jeff discreetly looked at her, seen the profile of her perfect face, and her voluptuous lips.
"Are you dreaming, Shelly?" he said.
Shelly saw a part of Jeff that she never noticed before. He is always cool, always sexy, like he wants to devour the world, but right now, he is more than just being sexy and horny with his big doe like eyes and his beautiful presence.
"You want to listen to some music while we're here?" Rodrigo asked.
"Yes I do," Jeff said and put his hand on the button of the stereo, at the same time Rodrigo moved his hand to the same place. Once again Jeff's instinct kicks in, and he moves his hand away. Shelly noticed but didn't say anything about it, Rodrigo just turn the music on and skipped some stations, and played a Justin Bieber song. Jeff was pissed off as to why Rodrigo left the station on to some Justin Bieber music.
"I fucking hate Justin Bieber," Jeff said. "He sounds like a girl! Ugh! Play my music instead, and then I will shut up."
"Nah, Justin Bieber is better than you?" Rodrigo asked, Jeff gets extremely pissed off at him. Jeff slaps Rodrigo in the face and switches stations to a Michael Bublé song playing.
Jeff had removed his hand to give himself access to the buttons, thinking that he wanted to change the music to his own music. But Jeff said "No. Justin Bieber is not better than me. He spits at his fans, thinks he's better than any rock band, and peed in a mop bucket. You think that poppy autotuned teenage shitbag is way better than me? You're so fucking crazy."
Rodrigo looked at Jeff wondering what he wanted to say to him. Jeff turns off the radio in rage.
Rodrigo looks at Jeff and said "What the fuck was all that about?"
Jeff smashes the radio in rage, then later opening the door and he leaves, pulling out his anger.
"Jeff, what's wrong with you?" Shelly said, hesitated, like she didn't comprehend Jeff's reason as to why he hates Justin Bieber, Jeff talks to her in the window.
"I hate Michael Bublé. That asshat is garbage," he said angrily, while Shelly very slowly put her soft fingers on Jeff's face, caressing the outline of his jaw. He didn't move, he didn't jump, he was feeling her hand giving him a soft jolt of calming himself down.
Jeff closed his eyes without moving, just trying his best to get better.
"You said that you didn't have power over yourself," Shelly said very softly.
"I don't," he said.
"Then, why do we feel like we need you, Jeff? Just tell me," she said, then he opened his eyes to see Rodrigo and Shelly in shock, they were both staring at Jeff, serious expression on both of their faces, even a little worry.
"Because I just want my singing career back! Those guys gave me two dollars to be the lead singer. Unfortunately, thanks to Pierre Bouvier the stinking dickhead and asshat he is, he destroyed all of my records and all of my solo work! Including the one song I made with Bratz, because I wanted to make a song with them to celebrate their international success. But Pierre destroyed that for me. He fucking sucks!" Jeff said, pulling out his anger.
"And I just wish he wasn't the lead singer of my band, I was the lead singer first, not him! I wrote every single song before he ruined it with his terrible voice! I made my band what it was today. A one man band. I didn't need those other guys walking around and controlling me, I wanted it to be all about me! Jeff Stinco! Not Jeff Stinco, all you guys! Just give me my singing career back. This is really upsetting me now," he said, crying out for help.
"I wish they didn't mess with you," Shelly said.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be in the same band as those guys," Rodrigo said.
"As we are like four to six years older than them, those guys won't stop us at any given moment," Jeff said, calming himself down.
"Let's go. Let's get the hell outta here," Rodrigo and Shelly both said, driving off, leaving Jeff to be alone.
"How could this happen to me?" Jeff said, walking over to the streets of Montréal at night, depressed, vulnerable, and alone. "I made my mistakes and I got nowhere to run. I'm sick of this life. I just wanna scream! How could this happen to me?"